text_original: Boiling with rage, he set out in pursuit of the priest, and just as he turned the corner he saw the lost barrow handle lying under the wall, being in fact the very pear tree that the priest had cut down. But there were no traces of the priest  much to the amusement of the crowd in the market place.
text_transcription: BOILING WITH RAGE HE SET OUT IN PURSUIT OF THE PRIEST AND JUST AS HE TURNED THE CORNER HE SAW THE LOST BARROW HANDLE LYING UNDER THE WALL BEING IN FACT THE VERY PEAR TREE THAT THE PRIEST HAD CUT DOWN BUT THERE WERE NO TRACES OF THE PRIEST MUCH TO THE AMUSEMENT OF THE CROWD IN THE MARKET PLACE
phonemes: bˈɔɪlɪŋ wɪð ɹˈeɪdʒ, hiː sˈɛt ˈaʊt ɪn pɚsˈuːt ʌvðə pɹˈiːst, ænd dʒˈʌst æz hiː tˈɜːnd ðə kˈɔːɹnɚ hiː sˈɔː ðə lˈɔst bˈæɹoʊ hˈændəl lˈaɪɪŋ ˌʌndɚ ðə wˈɔːl, bˌiːɪŋ ɪn fˈækt ðə vˈɛɹi pˈɛɹ tɹˈiː ðætðə pɹˈiːst hæd kˈʌt dˈaʊn. bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈoʊ tɹˈeɪsᵻz ʌvðə pɹˈiːst mˈʌtʃ tə ðɪ ɐmjˈuːzmənt ʌvðə kɹˈaʊd ɪnðə mˈɑːɹkɪt plˈeɪs.